IV. O give me, then, a thankful heart! a heart So after thine, that all and ev'ry part O hear! yet not my tears alone, A floud that drowns both tears and grones, PRAISE. KING of comforts! King of life! And when fears and doubts were rife, Not a nook in all my breast But thou fill'st it; Not a thought, that breaks my rest, Wherefore with my utmost strength And, as thou giv'st line and length, Day and night, not once a day, I will blesse thee, And thy promise, 'till made even, There shall feast me. Then thy sayings, all my life, And thy bloudy wounds and strife, With thy grones, my daily breath And my life, hid in thy death, Though then thou art, All perfect fulness, And canst no whit Accesse admit From dust and dulness; Yet to thy name, As not the same With thy bright essence, If then, dread Lord, Or, to his pow'r, When thou hast made Let him, though poor, DRESSING. O THOU that lovest a pure and whitend soul! That feedst among the lillies, 'till the day My frozen heart! and, with thy secret key, Open my desolate rooms; my gloomie brest Thou holy, harmless, undefil'd High Priest! Whose glorious conquest nothing can resist, Give to thy wretched one Thy mysticall communion, Let him so follow here, that, in the end, Give him thy private seal, Earnest, and sign! Thy gifts so deal May make the future cleer! Whatever thou dost bid let faith make good, Give him, with pitty, love, Two flowres that grew with thee above; Anger for one short fit; And pitty of such a divine extent, That may thy members, more than mine, resent. Give me, my God! thy grace, The beams and brightness of thy face; I take thy sacred feast, Or the dread mysteries of thy best bloud Some sit to thee, and eat Thy body as their common meat; Poor dust should ly still low; Then kneel, my soul and body, kneel and bow; If saints and angels fall down, much more thou. EASTER-DAY. THOU whose sad heart and weeping head lyes low, Whose cloudy brest cold damps invade, Who never feel'st the sun nor smooth'st thy brow, But sitt'st oppressed in the shade, Awake! awake! And in his resurrection partake, Who on this day, that thou might'st rise as he, Rose up, and cancell'd two deaths due to thee. Awake! awake! and, like the sun, disperse |